I remember always snuggling with this little dude when I stayed over at my grandparents’ house. I was young, obviously. And there were plenty of other toys and stuffed animals, as I was the first grandchild and the spoiling just escalated after that. But out of that entire room of awesomeness, this is the one I chose to fall asleep with. And no one else was allowed to touch him.
As I got older, I stopped staying over at their house. Actually, I stopped once my Papa passed away. Then my Grandma found a smaller place and I reached the age where all I wanted to do was hang out with friends. It was my senior year of high school when my Grandma decided it was her time to go. She left me a few things, and I had completely forgotten about this dude. I never named him either. It was my dad that returned him to me. He remembered; so I kept him.
dead girl swimming 